These past two days.
Zhang Yang had kept himself buried in his blanket.
Su Yu also did not go out again.
He just stayed in the dorm, quietly accompanying him.
On the morning of the third day.
Su Yu was still asleep.
He was suddenly woken up by Zhang Yang.
"Have you figured it out?" he asked Zhang Yang, rubbing his drowsy eyes.
"I have," Zhang Yang nodded.
Su Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought Zhang Yang would remain depressed for a while longer.
"Su Yu..."
"Hmm?"
"I want to... join Xing Hui."
Zhang Yang looked at Su Yu, his eyes full of longing.
Su Yu was stunned for a moment, then a familiar scene flashed through his mind, and a certain BGM automatically started playing in his head.
"I'm driving north, leaving the season with you..."
He blurted out, "Fujiwara... Fujiwara Takumi?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Yang frowned.
What was Su Yu babbling about for no reason?
What is Fujiwara Takumi?
"Ahem... your aura just now was too much like the male lead in a movie I watched before."
Su Yu coughed awkwardly.
"Uh... was he cheated on too?"
"Yes, he's a race car driver, and he joined a team after being cheated on."
"And then?"
"Then he became a very excellent race car driver."
"How excellent?"
"Second to none..."
Hearing Su Yu say this, Zhang Yang's eyes faintly lit up.
"This is my future path, I want to become an excellent singer, second to none!"
He clenched his fist, his tone firmer than ever.
"Alright, I'll help you," Su Yu smiled.
"I want to make money, and then we'll open our own entertainment company, making it the biggest entertainment company in China, earning inexhaustible money!"
"Okay, I'll accompany you."
"Good brother!"
"Good brother!"
The two clasped their hands tightly.
Su Yu hadn't expected that this setback would make Zhang Yang so full of fighting spirit.
Since he had this idea, Su Yu would play along.
...
Ten days had passed since the confession season.
Li Yunchuan's song had firmly occupied the top spot, with a million more plays than the second place.
As Li Yunchuan's rival, Zhao Zhicheng naturally paid close attention.
He had been almost obsessed these past few days.
Whenever he had nothing to do, he would take out his phone and refresh the rankings.
He was more invested in this than in his own participation in the competition.
"《I Only Love You》 sung by Li Yunchuan, with 2.8 million plays, ranked first on the confession song chart. @Zhao Zhicheng"
As expected.
Every day around this time, Li Yunchuan would post his results in the internal group and tag Zhao Zhicheng.
However, after the first reply, Zhao Zhicheng had not responded again.
The results were there, and no matter how much he said, it was useless.
This confession season event had a total of twenty days of competition, and now half of it had passed.
Zhao Zhicheng repeatedly refreshed the rankings.
The first page was the top ten songs on the chart, meaning that simply making it into the top ten would result in huge exposure.
After so many days, the gap between the songs had basically widened. The current situation was that the top ten songs were chasing each other.
The songs ranked higher had more exposure than those ranked lower, and consequently, more plays.
Therefore, it was very difficult for songs outside the top ten to break in now.
"Zhicheng, everyone knows that the championships of these small competitions are not very valuable. Don't take it to heart," his agent Wu Xin comforted him, patting his shoulder.
"I know, but I just can't stand his showing off..." Zhao Zhicheng said with a wry smile.
However, thinking about how he himself had shown off in the group before, he wished he could slap himself.
Why did you have to show off when there was no need...
But if it weren't for that song 《Later》, he would have succeeded in showing off.
It was all because of that sudden appearance of Ting Yu...
Zhao Zhicheng refresh the rankings with some irritation.
Suddenly.
There was a slight change in the rankings.
The song "Accompany You on a Trip" which was previously tenth had disappeared.
It was replaced by a song called "What's Wrong With It?"
"Someone could enter the top ten at this time?"
Zhao Zhicheng clicked on it in surprise.
"What's Wrong With It?"
Singer: Gong Juren
Lyrics: Ting Yu
Music: Ting Yu
Arrangement: Ting Yu
...
"Gong Juren?"
"He's a newcomer, I haven't heard of him, but if he can reach the top ten at this time, he must have some skill."
Zhao Zhicheng shook his head and was about to close the song's information.
Even if he had skill, what was the point? The competition was already halfway through, and he had only reached tenth place. His subsequent performance wouldn't be very good.
Just as his finger was about to click the exit button in the upper right corner, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Wait!
Ting Yu???
Damn it, the lyricist and composer are Ting Yu!
Zhao Zhicheng froze for a moment, then a storm raged in his heart.
"Zhicheng, what's wrong?"
His agent, standing beside him, noticed his abnormality.
Zhao Zhicheng didn't answer. He turned sideways, turned on the Bluetooth speaker next to him.
Then he connected the speaker's Bluetooth with his phone.
After doing this, he tremblingly clicked the play button in the center of the screen.
The prelude began.
"What a light and cheerful rhythm!"
Zhao Zhicheng's eyes lit up.
Agent Wu Xin also raised his eyebrows. What song was this?
"The sky looks like it's going to rain,
I really want to live next door to you.
Standing foolishly downstairs at your house,
Looking up, counting the clouds.
If a piano appears in the scene,
I will sing for you,
Even if many buckets of water are poured down.
Summer is almost over,
Please buy less ice cream.
Don't wear short skirts when it gets cold,
Don't be so mischievous.
If you are not happy sometimes,
I'm willing to lend you my Gloomy,
You actually understand my feelings."
Gong Juren's voice was full of youthful energy, perfectly matching the cheerful rhythm of the main verses.
Zhao Zhicheng and Wu Xin next to him couldn't help but show a faint smile, nodding their bodies to the rhythm of the song.
"Singing this song for you, it has no particular style.
It just represents that I want to bring you happiness.
I'll thaw the frozen river for you, be a moth flying into the flame for you.
There's nothing that's not worth it.
Singing this song for you, it has no particular style.
It just represents that I hope you are happy.
I'll toss and turn for you, and it's okay to give up the world for you.
In the late summer and early autumn, there's a hint of warmth, with the colors of the changing seasons..."
Zhao Zhicheng smiled.
He wanted to burst out laughing, but the song was only halfway through, and he swallowed it back forcefully.
Fortunately, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
Yes, he should also cross his legs.
His toes tapped to the rhythm of the song.
Soon.
The song finished.
Zhao Zhicheng shook his head, humming the song he had just heard, "Singing this song for you, it has no particular style, it just represents that I want to bring you happiness... Hahahaha."
He laughed heartily, as if he had gone mad.
As a first-tier singer, his lung capacity was naturally excellent.
His laughter lasted for tens of seconds before abruptly stopping.
Suddenly, he jumped up from his chair and walked out.
"Zhicheng, where are you going?" Wu Xin snapped back to reality and quickly asked.
Zhao Zhicheng paused his steps, turned his head, and grinned at Wu Xin, "I'm going to smoke."